morning observation #48
the queue goes past my front door
scarves hoods hands shields
against the brisk wind bitter
patience as commuters abide
hope is a nasty business, you say
a kiss on the forehead we turn
our separate ways
scarves hoods hands shields
against the brisk wind bitter
patience as commuters abide
hope is a nasty business, you say
a kiss on the forehead we turn
our separate ways
posted by kathleen olmstead at 12:16 PM
1 Comments:
I prefer the fall (seasonally speaking), but I love the snow swept winter MOs. Makes me want to curl up and read your blog.
xo,
Arturo Bandini
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